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wednesdayshadow · 4 months
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Neil Gaiman does both.
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tsyvia48 · 6 months
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Author & Mensch: Reflections on the impact of @neil-gaiman on my life, in essay and doodle
As a woman of a certain age, I am a well-practiced overthinker. Nerd, geek, know-it-all, intellectual, the names have been biting or praise depending on who wielded them. They’re all true, and I embrace them. 
In the early days of adulthood, when I was a wee 20-something overthinking nerd, geek, know-it-all, intellectual (20+ years ago), I became deeply interested in image and text and text-as-image. While friends were watching and arguing over Survivor, I was obsessing over Peter Greenaway’s The Pillowbook and Prospero's Books and Neil Gaiman’s Sandman. (To this day my copies of the Sandman graphic novels and the English translation of The Pillowbook of Sei Shonagon are proudly displayed on the good bookshelves—you know, the ones I want people to peruse.)
Sandman isn't merely good storytelling and good art, it teases at some of the fundamental questions to which my religion-major heart was consistently and reliably drawn. It modeled a way of rendering the questions—and suggested answers—I would never have imagined on my own.
In those days, I created an artist's book: an altered gift edition of Hamlet. I explored Ophelia’s femininity and the inevitability of her break with her mental health, caught as she is between Hamlet and her father. I imagined her story if she’d had true agency. I investigated the way art (fan art?!) had shaped my understanding of the play and my relationship to it. I layered in my story—my resonance and dissonance with hers—and my art, along with images of famous and not-so-famous paintings of Ophelia. I proudly named Greenaway and Gaiman as influences. 
I imagined myself an artist. And, truthfully, I suppose I was one. 
I read Good Omens back then, too, delighting over the religious tropes and subversions, the humor, and the fundamental faith in humanity that shone through. 
In the two decades since then, below the din of “responsible” choices (that have mostly moved me away from imagining myself an artist) there has been a melody quietly bringing me comfort, shifting my perspective, and reminding me who I want to be. When I stop to listen for and name the music, I realize much of it generates from Neil Gaiman. 
The Graveyard Book gave me comfort and hope as a new parent. 
Ocean at the End of the Lane reminded me of the layers and the depths⏤the archetypes and metaphors⏤present in everything around me, if I am willing to seek them.
Neil’s anecdote about meeting Neil Armstrong has been a talisman against imposter syndrome. Or, more precisely, it has been a permission slip for forgiving myself when the imposter syndrome inevitably surfaces.
The episode of Dr Who he wrote (“the Doctor’s Wife”) changed the way I understand the entire Dr Who experience before and since. 
Lucifer (tv), which his work inspired, gave me joy, comfort and distraction through a tough time in my life. 
When, a few years ago, I realized he is Jewish, I had that swelling of pride and resonance that I always get when someone I admire shares that identity with me.
And now there’s the Good Omens tv series. It has opened something in me I didn’t realize was closed. Crowley and Aziraphale are helping me better understand myself, and love, and gender, and storytelling, and, believe it or not, Torah. I am writing again for the first time in ages. I'm drawing more often and with more joy than I’ve known maybe since childhood.
I’ve been getting back into my gratidoodle practice, drawing and writing what I’m grateful for. And when I decided to add Neil Gaiman’s face and some words about my appreciation for his work to my sketchbook, I realized he’s brought me full circle.
Text and image and text-as-image + Neil Gaiman + story is an old constellation for me. And once again, I find my thoughts dancing, shifting, blossoming to the quiet melody of (one of?) the greatest storyteller(s) of this generation. 
And now that I am actively engaging with other Gaiman fans, I see how responsive and kind and encouraging he is to those of us who love his work, and his name is permanently etched on my heart: a benefactor, a teacher, a role model.
How satisfying and fitting that such a powerful and resonant voice, miraculously, thankfully, beautifully, also seems to be a genuine mensch. 
B”H (thanks to God) that I am alive at the same time as such a one.
#I didn't realize I was going to write AND draw when I started this #but I felt I needed both #I wish I had a flatbed scanner #this photo doesn't do it justice #there's greater nuance in the color in person #Stories matter #Art matters #like, really matters #Neil Gaiman is a gift to this world #Good Omens #Crowley and Aziraphale #Ocean at the End of the Lane #The Graveyard Book #Neil Armstrong and imposter syndrome #The Doctor's Wife #So grateful for tumblr
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dorian-debrah · 1 year
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ALL HAIL GAIMAN @neil-gaiman
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enbymurderhusbands · 26 days
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hold on gonna go spam boop @neil-gaiman
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bugbugboy · 26 days
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My dad says I (17) should illustrate one of Neil Gaiman's stories and send it to him since I have the platform
Chat my brain isn't working right now please remind me of this at a later date and bombard me with ideas
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this-cult-of-dionysus · 7 months
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@neil-gaiman
I like making charcoal art while listening to albums on vinyl. It’s my favorite way to consume (and react to) media.
Listened to Signs of Life, watched that pretty purple disc spin, and churned out a portrait of this nifty chap.
The scribbles came of their own accord. Little nightmares, I think.
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sunshine-zenith · 8 months
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I’m reading Ocean at the End of the Lane and I was reminded of this moment from the Coraline movie adaptation that, if I remember correctly, didn’t have any origin in the Coraline book (both books by Neil Gaiman)
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neil-gaiman · 2 years
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Found a bus with this
It has to end (Amy Adams needs the theatre). If you are in or near the UK, see it if you can. It's special.
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wednesdayshadow · 1 month
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Such sweet trauma. But, victimization may be too severe, as I am an all to- willing victim.
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sirrobertpeelofficial · 9 months
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It's honestly so wild being on tumblr and following Neil Gaiman when he's one of your favourite authors. People just say shit to him and its so funny. He basically has his own little fandom at this point.
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dorian-debrah · 1 year
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Take a moment to appreciate Neil Gaiman as the real Morpheus✨️
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I really love the work of this man, he inspires dreams to us and introduce us to amazing different worlds in each book. Thanks @neil-gaiman for your astounding stories.
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spiffyspectacles · 1 year
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@neil-gaiman
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bcakesbaxter · 1 year
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If you have the opportunity to see Ocean at the End of the Lane, don’t miss it. It is fantastic💕
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nakedinashes · 1 year
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books cristina read in 2022: the ocean at the end of the lane - neil gaiman
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
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spell-fox · 11 months
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saw Ocean at the End of the Lane today and I have so many feelings
the parallels of the tub scene and the ocean scene, the act of being submerged by another and emerging with the world fundamentally changed, the stage-hands as forces of nature, everything just acting 'according to its nature'.
Ursula apologising for the father hit like a tidal wave, he can't resolve or fully heal that relationship since they now have memories/context erased and even if in this version of reality THAT didn't happen, it's the same man and there's the knowledge that if that could happen once, it could happen again. The cruelty of gaslighting when the person thinks it is for the greater good, and I'm including the hecate in this, none of them can ever move on properly as a result of memory shenanigans, just stuck in a loop as a form of divine/mundane punishment and i
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ineffablemossy · 7 months
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Going down to London tonight for a long weekend! Night bus for me though, no trains for the poor in this country.
I wonder if I have any mutuals there??
I'd love to go see The Ocean At The End Of The Lane at the theatre but it might have to remain a dream for time and money reasons.
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